The Femme 4 in Vengeance of a Crimelord , Conclusion By Scandalx@NightMail.com Conclusion of the Femme4 Story ************** ************** ************** WARNING! WARNING! This story contains adult situations involving bondage, punishment, and sexual situations. If you will be offended by any of these, then you darn well SHOULDN'T READ THIS. Any serious (nonabusive) comments can be sent to me at the E-Mail above. I'd be interested in hearing what you think. The original author, TIE, did such a great job on the first part of the story that I felt compelled to finish the episode. Enjoy! ************** ************** ************** CHAPTER 5 Catgirl slowly swam back to consciousness, realizing almost immediately that something was terribly wrong. She wearily opened her groggy eyes to discover that she was bound to a table in one of Marcus Darke's limitless punishment rooms. Her black-lycra costume was still clinging to her body but there seemed to be something strange about it. As her gaze registered what she was seeing she began to bite back the edge of fear that gripped her. At the crotch of her outfit, four separate wires snaked under the lycra and felt as if they were secured to her labia. Jackie twisted her hips a little. Yes, there was no question, that was where they ended. Two more wires slid beneath the material that sheathed her upthrust breasts. Catgirl jiggled experimentally. It would seem that these were gripping her nipples beneath the tightly extended fabric. Whatever Marcus Darke had planned, it wouldn't be quick, and it wouldn't be pleasant. Jackie twisted again to get a look at her situation. She was stretched in a spreadeagle position on a steel rectangular table. Her legs were locked embarrassingly wide apart. Each ankle had been clamped into a manacle of ferrocite, one of the few materials that Catgirl couldn't bend or break. Psi had apparently restored the choker with the mystic amulet, but against these bonds the added strength did her no good. Her wrists were cuffed in the same material, and pulled painfully above her head. At least the amulet had restored her other powers. She now had the benefit of the keenly enhanced feline senses; touch, smell, hearing, eyesight and taste were all far beyond the ken of a "normal" woman. Catgirl could see the rest of what was in store for her even in the dimly lit room. Above the table was a shatterproof cube of lexite. Based on its position and size, Jackie quickly deduced that it was going to be lowered over her bound form. The cube had small breathing holes drilled into the sides, so airflow wasn't going to be a problem...but the costumed crimefighter couldn't think of any purpose to it. She was already helpless. Why cover her with a transparent box? These thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps in the hall beyond. Catgirl's exceptional hearing picked up the rhythm of Marcus Darke, accompanied by Psi. "Hello, my pretty little kitty" Marcus jibed as he entered the room. Psi was following in his wake a half step behind. "I hope you're enjoying your stay so far.." "Actually, I'm finding it a bit cramped in here...perhaps you could free me for a stretch?" "Always the witty remark, eh?" Marcus laughed. "As leader of the Femme 4, I wanted to make sure that you received some very special treatment. After all, I needed to return the favor for all the trouble you've caused me ." He walked to a console, and withdrew a remote control device. "I thought perhaps we should peer in on your friends before we get underway; would you like that?" "Only if they're breaking you into tiny little pieces..." Catgirl retorted. "Perhaps they are...Let's find out." Marcus clicked a button on the remote, and a monitor on the wall came to life. On the screen was a shuddering, sweat drenched captive moaning incessantly. It took Jackie a second to realize it was the powerful Buff, reduced to a helpless puppet. In the monitor, her bronze body was pulled outward to the four corners by metallic cylinders. Around her waist was a crushingly applied steel corset, with deadly looking screws. She was forced to swallow some vile substance through her gag, while more of the fluid fed into her vagina and anus by similarly inserted tubes. The incredible moaning grew in intensity as tears rolled down the captive's cheeks. Buff had no defense against assaults to her internal organs. This would be agony for her, since she had always been well nigh invulnerable on the exterior. "Amusing, wouldn't you say?" asked Darke. "Not to her.." responded the feline fighter quietly. "Let's check in on Melt. I believe my wife Linda is overseeing her personally." Another button was pushed. A sensuous ballet was being performed underwater in a huge holding tank. The lucious Melt was sucking on a rubber dildo, since it seemed to be her only supply of air. But the bound beauty did not have an inexhaustible supply. Jackie watched as the flow ended. Now the costumed superheroine was forced to squat to reach the air supply of a lower dildo. In doing so, a monstrously large porcupine phallus that had been set between the captive's legs was pressed upward. To reach the air, the beautiful Melt was forced to impale herself on the repulsive intruder, forcing it deep within her sex. Jackie was disgusted by what was being done to her teammates. She pitied them for what they were going through, but realized that the punishment duo wasn't through with the team yet. She shifted uncomfortably on the table. "My wife always knows how to get the best responses." Marcus stared at the prone heroine. "Which brings us to you. The first thing I'm sure you discovered are the wires. Plastic coated titanium, and quite expensive really. They are currently gripping the four corners of your labia and both of your nipples with alligator clamps." Catgirl gazed down at the fabric of her costume, realizing now what the bulges were. "As the tension in each wire increases, the clamps will automatically tighten. But what could create such tension, you ask?" Marcus smiled. "I'm glad you asked." He depressed a button on the remote. In the background, the monitor with Melt's struggles shut down, while from the table beneath her Jackie felt a slight hum. Six metal poles, each one inch in diameter, rose from holes in the table. Two of the poles were directly adjacent to each black-sheathed breast, about six inches away. Two poles were next to each knee, on the inside of each thigh. The final two struts were above each hip, below her ribcage. Catgirl was getting a bad feeling about the placement of the poles, especially since the wires fed directly to pulleys at the top of each strut. "Let's snug you up a bit." Saying this, Darke slid a small lever upward. A slight whirring sound emanated from the table, as the pulleys at the top of each support began rolling outward. In the body of the table, powerful winches began tightening, reeling the wire back onto six separate spools in the recesses below the captive heroine. "UUUUHHHHH!" Catgirl moaned. Each wire was now almost taut on its own respective pulley. Her sensitive sex was being lightly pulled in four separate 90 degree angles, and the sensation was less than pleasant. Even with her costume on, the clips were prominent beneath the material as they extended outward. Both nipples were flat against the firmly jutting breasts, which were beginning to stretch horizontally to the nearest matched pole. "Marcus, you don't have to do this.." Catgirl responded. She knew that her plea was probably useless, but she had few other recourses at this point. "We aren't really finished with 'this' yet, Catgirl." Marcus continued. "I want to ensure that you understand the whole picture, if you'll pardon the innuendo." Psi giggled beside him. "My assistant returned your mystic amulet for a very specific purpose. Am I to understand that with the amulet attached, your sense of touch is greatly enhanced? "No, no need to answer that yet. It's the only reason you have it on now. I want your sense of touch to be as sensitive as possible for my plans. Let me complete the scenario". Another button was pushed. The lexite cube slowly descended, enclosing the costumed crimefighter in a perfectly clear display case. Catgirl's world had narrowed to the transparent sides of a claustrophobic lexite box. "I assume you can still hear me, yes?" Catgirl nodded her head almost imperceptibly. "Good. Now for the Scratching Post." Another whirring as the remote pointed at her, and a ribbed rubber phallus rose ominously from the table. But there was something odd about the motion of the device. It was standing vertically from the table, not horizontally. It was apparently not designed to insert itself into her, but was intended for some other purpose. And Catgirl knew that Marcus would be only too happy to explain it to her. "The Scratching Post is there for your amusement, Catgirl. As you can see, and no doubt feel, it is pressed very close to your clitoris. If you push downward, and rub yourself against it, you can probably work yourself up to an orgasm." Marcus smiled knowingly. "I'd suggest you do that quite frequently, my dear. The sensors in the wires will detect any orgasm, and will stop and release the winches slightly. Within a few minutes, the winches will reactivate, tightening inexorably outward once more. "If you time your orgasms correctly, you can prevent an agonizingly painful stretch of your private areas. If not, well...at least the show will be amusing!" Marcus thought for a moment. "I think the machine has an eventual failsafe, but I'm not at all certain what you'd look like at that point, so I'd suggest you play along." "You BASTARD!!!" Catgirl screamed, as she realized the full intent of Darke's plans. "When I get out of this, I'm going to make you sorry you were ever born!" "My dear little Catgirl, in a very short time you will be begging to do whatever I say" Marcus replied. "Just ask your daughter." "GAAAHHH!!" Jackie screamed wildly as she tore at her bonds. Venomous green eyes sliced at her tormentor. She would have killed him instantly if she had been free to do so. Her thrusting body continued to pull at the ferrocite as she screamed invectives at Darke. "Oh my...such a temper...It looks like you need something else to occupy your time." Marcus pressed another button. The invectives stopped as Catgirl stared in horror at the methodically tightening winches. The slow pull had begun. Darke turned to go. "Oh, one other thing.. Since it might get boring for you with the same old routine, I've arranged for the climate in your container to vary drastically. That's what the lexite is for. It will contain the new weather conditions until your next orgasm. "Enjoy your stretch, my little sex kitten!" Marcus laughed as he headed for the door. "I'm going to relish watching the video playback of your adventure for years to come." Catgirl's eyes popped as she saw the camera descend before the tank, recording her debasement for Darke's amusement. The captive crimefighter gave one last pleading look at Psi, hoping that the girl would finally return to her senses. But behind Blade's mask, the only emotion that radiated outward was lust. The door clanged shut with an awful finality as the pair exited the chamber. Once the deadbolt locked into place, Jackie started to work furiously to free herself from the bonds securing her. Sweat beaded on her brow as she worked at the manacles, unable to get the leverage to loosen them. Within a few minutes the pain began to escalate as the wires tightened. Catgirl continued to work on the bonds, hoping that by loosening them she could avoid the fiendish deathtrap. Several minutes later her pubic area was afire, the pain too intense to ignore. She began bearing down on "The Post", trying to ignore the sharp pangs from her nipples and sex. It was a seesawed battle, and a close call for the captive heroine. With the pain flaring into her, it was incredibly difficult to become aroused. No arousal, no orgasm...and no orgasm, no relief from the tightening wires. Catgirl's hips were shuddering up and down ferociously as she worked to achieve her goal. The ribbed speed bumps flexed hard against an erotically charged sex to drive the point home. Eventually, sexual prowess won out. A shaking, juddering orgasm ripped through her body as she pushed hard on the vertical post. "AAAhhhhhhhhhh......." Catgirl moaned. A clicking sound emanated from the machine, and a wash of relief filled the captive as the tension eased back to almost the original level. Almost... Catgirl realized that the "snugging up" had been just a little looser than where she was right now. Suddenly, she realized Darke's plan. Each orgasm would release the winches to a lesser and lesser degree! Catgirl was bathed in real fear now. She could time her sexual antics perfectly, and the process would still be a losing battle. It wasn't whether or not she lost...it was when. Jackie realized she had no choice but to ride the edge of the wave, delaying each orgasm until the last possible second, when it was most needed. Unfortunately, 'most needed' meant 'most painful' since the wires were tightening all the time. Too many orgasms, and each successive release would accomplish less and less. Not enough orgasms, and the overwhelming pain would prevent her from achieving one at all. Jackie stared at the whirring camera, realizing that Marcus was probably watching at this very moment. She began to gently scratch again, keeping her arousal at a level where she could reach it if needed. Just when things couldn't get any worse, they did. Catgirl was commiserating on her fate when she realized that she was shivering. The reaction wasn't from her condition, but from a decided temperature drop in the cube. The reflections of the cube revealed a thermometer beside her head. Her enhanced eyesight read the reflection easily. 40 degrees, and dropping. The sweat on her body dried quickly as the needle finally came to rest at 32 degrees. So this was one of the new "weather conditions" that Darke had planned for her! All of her muscles were shivering from the intense cold as Catgirl forced herself to paw at the post. If she didn't orgasm soon, the cold would prevent her from building up the needed steam to do so. Within a minute the valiant captive had excited her sex enough for a duplicate performance. The tension eased off again as the winches released. Trembling muscles eventually subsided as the endorphins washed through the captive heroine. Catgirl hadn't had the time or the frame of mind to enjoy the experience. She felt that she had 'wasted' this reaction, since the wires weren't really that painful at the time. The biting cold had been the enemy to avoid at all costs. With the ease in pressure, Catgirl began struggling furiously with the ferrocite bonds, determined to break or at least bend them this time. Her nipples heaved painfully outward as her torso twisted to and fro. Her labia, engorged from the rubbing they had received on the scratching post, were prominently visible through her costume. Four separate alligators bit furiously, painfully securing their hold on juice soaked captive lips. Inside the cube, a light rain had begun to fall, soaking into the black- lycra costume, accentuating every move of the lithe feminine body as it sinously writhed in an attempt to escape..... ************* Chapter 6 Road Map Buff was ready to do anything they asked at this point. Her reserves of defiance had been depleted some time ago. With the inserts still in place, the disgusting green fluid continued to worm its way into her suspended body. Her stomach and innards had roiled and twisted, growling in dissatisfied complaint at the liquid intrusion. Drina wanted deperately to evacuate the contents. They were insistently demanding release. But the inflated portion of the plugs held the fluid trapped, so there was no escape from Buff's insides. The compressive clamp surrounding her waist only exacerbated the situation, pressing the liquids both upward and downward inside her body. Tears rolled down her cheeks steadily now, as the punishment continued. Buff had never been exposed to anything this humiliating, or this painful, since acquiring her powers. She simply wasn't prepared for what an ingenious man like Marcus Darke could do to a superheroine. It was at this point that Darke strode back into the room, with Blade in tow. Across the room, a desperate pair of eyes locked with his. Drina's silent pleading eyes begged for an end to the inflation. "So, my little Drina, not so powerful now are you?" he questioned. "I think perhaps we'll move on to the next phase, since I can see you've had your fill of this one." Darke motioned to Psi, who released the pressure in the tubes within Buff. "MMMMMMMMmmmmmmpphhhh!......" For several minutes both spectators watched as the chained beauty evacuated her contents. Marcus then thought the next command, and Psi responded by conscientiously rinsing off the waste from the unfortunate victim. Once Drina was clean, albeit soaking wet, Marcus intently stared at Psi again. "I thought perhaps we could now catalog your insides more closely. Since they are the only part of you that is vulnerable, it is important to have a complete 'road map' as it were." Darke reached over to a table, and opened a mahogany case, about the size of a cigar box. Nestled inside were three small metallic objects, each about one inch long. They looked like drug capsules, only considerably larger. Marcus held one up for the inspection by the recipient. Drina noted that the sides of the capsule had miniature treads, almost like a small bulldozer. The fear began to rise in her eyes. "That's right, my dear Drina, the Burrowers are going to make an in- depth inspection. I suspect that the size and location of the passages that they will explore will cause you some intense pain. But, as I've always said, no pain - - no gain!". Marcus laughed as he handed the devices to Psi and she began to approach the struggling Buff. Buff twisted and pulled for all she was worth, but the exertions only succeeded in a further tightening of the corset around her waist. The first insert was nudged gently against her sphincter by the waiting Psi. Within a few moments a slight trembling began, and the treads initiated their motion. The disgusting device was actually crawling inside her!! Drina begged Psi to stop with pleading eyes, but the girl was too sharply within Marcus' control. Blade simply smiled up at her. The second device was fed into her gag, where it began to inch down her throat. Buff choked for a second as it passed her airway, on its trip to who knew where. "MMMM-NNNNN!" Buff protested as she saw the third burrower approach. Psi pulled the crotch of Buff's costume aside, toying with the final device. She teasingly rubbed it back and forth across the captive's labia, until Drina began to get aroused. Psi smiled, nestling the device firmly between the engorged lips. Once again, a slight rumbling indicated the activation. Buff struggled furiously as she felt each of the three begin to move inside her. The distinct sensation of tiny little treads was disconcerting as they moved upward, and downward also. It was then that Drina realized that Marcus had not left the room yet. He and Buff were still watching intently, as if waiting for something. Suddenly, a stabbing pain erupted from deep within Buff's vagina! The intensity of pain caught the heroine completely unprepared, and she began to spasm involuntarily. The captive writhed in her bonds for several long seconds until the sensation finally subsided. "Ah, I see the probes have begun to take their samples." Marcus commented. "Each probe will extract a tiny amount of tissue at multiple locations within you. My labs can then study the samples at a later point, to discover how we can make your outsides as vulnerable as your insides. "I'm sure you'll find the process quite fascinating. Depending on the location, the probes may extract samples continuously for up to fifteen minutes. The removals will be exceedingly painful, to say the least. "Come along Psi, we'll record the process on videotape for later perusal." Another intense flash of pain erupted from within Buff's colon as the device began to take samples there also. "MMGHHHHHHMMMMPPPHHHH!!!" exclaimed the captive Drina as the extraction continued, for the space of almost thirty seconds. Her body was drenched in sweat as the muscles tightened of their own volition in a desperate attempt to escape the assault. Above and before her, a camera descended to record the spectacle of Buff's demise. Drina couldn't decide which was worse, the long continuous agony of unrelease from her previous punishment, or the lightning flares of acute misery that the Burrowers represented. As two sampled at once, the lovely Drina was again caught in the throes of muscular spasms as her body reacted violently to the all too intimate invasion... ************* Chapter 7 "We'll get along swimmingly..." Linda swam near the humiliated Melt as the heroine continued to perform her macabre dance with the dildo. Jasmine couldn't decide which was more disturbing...the porcupine that she had to repeatedly force into herself or the hands grasping with easy familiarity onto every private part of her body. Linda Darke seemed to take great delight in surprising the lovely Melt when her attention was distracted. Each thrust downward required careful positioning and concentration to launch the dildo deep into her body. It was at these moments when the swimmer would do something unexpected to fluster her guest. Just as Jasmine had worked the crotch of her costume to one side and had begun to press the phallus against her submerged lovelips, the diver had poked hard with an index finger directly between her protesting nates. The costume pulled and bunched to the rear, as a startled Melt accidentally let slip some of her precious air in surprise. At the crotch of the outfit, Jasmine had to once again work the fabric to one side and reposition herself to continue the fight for air. The next thrust downward produced a set of razor sharp fingernails across her breasts, the claws raking across the spandex to dig deeply into the firm, soft flesh below. Red lines sprang up immediately where the costume hadn't covered the struggling heroine. And so it went, as her tormentor continuing to surprise and confuse the already overwhelmed Melt. She never knew where the temptress would appear, or what she would do to her captive to ensure maximum discomfort. Linda seemed to have an inexhaustible supply of items for her use, most of which were blurry shapes at the bottom of the tank to the captive Melt. She now reached down for another of these as the heroine continued her thrusts up and down. When Jasmine finally turned to see what her companion was doing, she had a hard time making out exactly what was grasped in the diver's hands. It appeared to be two rubber cups, fitted (by seeming coincidence) to be exactly the shape of Melt's perfectly formed breasts. On each cup, a series of thin springs radiated from the nipple outward, ending at the edge of the rim. Directly at the center of the each unusual device was a thin tube that seemed to plug into the cacophony of springs. Rubber straps looked as if they would hold the device tightly against her ribcage. What concerned Melt even more though was what the tubes were attached to. There was no question that it was a rubber pair of panties. The small holes at the front and back would allow the water to flow through easily, and the huge hole in the crotch would allow other things through. Jasmine already knew what. Linda lovingly fed the rubber bra beneath the captive's costume, stretching and shaping it so it adhered perfectly to the jutting breasts. Then the panties were worked into position. This took a fair amount of time, since the superheroine continued her self abuse during the entire escapade. Once a foot was free, the captive Melt tried to kick furiously outward, or to stop the advance of the rubber outfit, but the water slowed her motion to ineffectual struggles. The two combatants sparred with each other in a duel to avoid the plans of the other. But Linda Darke's position in the battle was obviously superior, hampered as Melt was by the bondage. Between thrusts, Linda finally managed to pull the rubber bottoms into position. A carefully placed manipulation ensured that Jasmine would feel every inch of what was in store for her. The panties had a small triangular section with an extended knob, which now pressed directly onto her clitoris, but in no way hampered the motions of the huge rubber porcupine beneath her. A similar knob extended in the back of the costume, pushing aside the spandex to nudge gently at her sphincter muscles. The bra-cups smoothly sucked onto her breasts, the thin tubes creating just enough of a vacuum to be erotic. Jasmine looked on with dread as Linda Darke reached to a device at the bottom of the tank and pushed a small button downward. If the motions she had been undergoing prior to this had been partially erotic and exciting, the new situation for the captive Melt was a hundred times worse. Every nerve and fiber of her being was sexually stimulated as the rubber outfit went to work with a passion. The bra-cups sucked and nuzzled, pulled and pleased, teased and tormented. Their perfect prisoners relayed every message upward. The rubber panties gripped relentlessly, allowing no escape from the knobs twitching within them. Jasmine's clit was being prodded, rubbed, manipulated until her muscles tightened within seconds of each assault. An electric tingling flashed into her from behind as the rear intruder tickled the protesting muscles there. The intense stimulation was more erotic, more sexually exciting than anything Melt had ever experienced. She couldn't believe the raw power emanating from her sexual arousal as every muscle went taut within seconds of the button being pressed. She was on a buildup to detonation, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Melt tried furiously to avoid it, knowing the pleasure Linda Darke would get from seeing her lose control. Jasmine pulled viciously at the bonds, bit into her lip, pushed hard with her legs, all in an effort to misdirect the flow of sensation that threatened her. But her tormentor had planned this too well. Linda swam to the front, watching in anticipation as the shuddering Melt continued to fight the inevitable. It would be only seconds now, as Jasmine began another downward thrust for air.... The orgasm exploded within Melt, a freight train of awesome devastation, leaving a trail of electrified nerve endings in its wake. She rocked wildly in her bonds, smashing into the pole as frenzied muscles lost conscious control. A tidal wave of rippling pleasure crashed from her toes to her head and back down again, until every neuron was lit up like the noonday sun. It was an astonishing display, as the heroine was riddled with spasms due to the repeated assaults from within. During the entire escapade, Linda Darke was smiling behind her diving mask. After what seemed an eternity, the flow of pleasure finally subsided and Melt was able to take control of her body again. She wouldn't have believed that such a height of orgasm intensity was possible, had she not just lived through it. Jasmine quickly rose to retrieve more air, the incredible display having drained her in more ways than one. Linda Darke floated to and fro, watching for almost an hour as the performance was repeated by the bound heroine several more times. Though none matched the raw intensity of the first occurrence, each orgasm left the beautiful Melt shaking and weak. There was no question that her captor was enjoying every minute of the astonishing show. Eventually, Linda Darke lovingly removed the rubber outfit from the captive crimefighter. It had served its purpose for now. Besides, it looked like the straining Melt was now ready for her next toy.... ************* Chapter 8 Catbox Contortions In the deadly lexite display room, the video camera dutifully recorded the frenzied struggles of Catgirl. After two hours in the Catbox, the superheroine was finally reaching her limits. It was getting intensely difficult for the captive to bring relief from the painful torture supplied by Marcus Darke. Only orgasms would loosen the winches. Unfortunately, the shapely heroine was finding them impossible to achieve. After 120 minutes within the lexite, Catgirl had rubbed herself raw against the scratching post. Her swollen lips burned in agony whenever she tried to apply pressure to the post. The stretchy lycra fabric had continuously ground against her clit, for what now seemed like an eternity. The pain of being stretched was now less than the pain of trying to force herself back onto the post. During the entire time, the Catbox had made her surroundings as unpleasant as possible. She had sweated profusely in 130 degree heat. She had coughed spasmodically in a thin fog of smoke. She had breathed heavily in a mostly carbon dioxide atmosphere. Each successive orgasm had supplied a new and uncomfortable environment, pushing her to strain for relief before she could dwell on an escape plan. The current setting was intense, blistering sunlight. Jackie could feel the sunburn starting on the exposed portions of her skin, heating it beyond endurance. The light gave the camera an opportune moment to record some close-ups of her black clad suffering body. And Catgirl was suffering. She had paid a high price for the last orgasm, to avoid the choking smoke. Her gyrating hips had pushed hard onto the post and now her overstimulated sex yelped in pain at the slightest contact. Jackie knew that she had lost. There was simply no way she could force herself back onto the post this time. The cables were reminding her about the price of disobedience. As the wires tightened the clamps bit more viciously to maintain their hold. The intense, agonizing combination was beyond any previous description of pain that Catgirl knew. She peered fearfully downward, the newest assault causing the tears to well in her eyes. Peeking out from each corner of the crotch of her costume, her fulsome labia greeted her swimming eyesight. They had stretched that far! The alligator clamps were clearly visible now, as were the deep indentations they made in her abused love lips. Catgirl's nipples also poked out beyond the edge of her costume, pulled beyond endurance to a never believed level. Beneath the table, the winches continued their steady pull. Catgirl was delirious from the agony, and it took her several moments to realize that the long, continuous scream was coming from her own throat. Her entire body was rippling in pain, trembling and shaking like a black sheathed vibrator. Her legs and arms locked in stiffened combat against the unrelenting bonds as the winches notched the pain up another level. The camera lovingly recorded a close-up of her shuddering spastic labia as they writhed in the crushing grip..... Suddenly, the door exploded inward.... ************* Chapter 8 The Revenge Buff and Psi were framed in the shards of the remaining doorframe. The war inside of Tiffany's psyche had finally reached a conclusion; Blade had lost (at least for now). Psi, once freed of the mind control, had released the member of the team that was under the least scrutiny. With Linda directly involved in tormenting Melt, and Darke probably watching Catgirl, Buff had seemed the best bet to the young heroine. She had been correct. Buff looked down with shock and dismay when she realized what had been done to Catgirl. Jackie's quivering body still shuddered in agony, and was intensely spotlighted like a fleeing convict. Buff ripped the lexite box upward, the motion breaking the contact for the power supply. Room lighting returned to normal as the spotlight flared out. A mighty uppercut into the camera exploded the electronic voyeur into scrap metal, a thousand pieces flying to all corners of the room. In the meantime, Psi had tried to unclip the upper cables, only to discover that the alligator teeth were too deeply imbedded to allow release. The cables had tightened to the point where only a lessening of the tension would allow removal. Buff had an answer for this. She grabbed each strut and bent it inward toward the distressed damsel. Now Psi was able to remove the torturous clips with little difficulty. Once this was done, Drina snapped the manacles on the bound beauty, catching Jackie in her arms as the exhausted heroine collapsed. "Thank...Thank you..." whispered Catgirl as the pain diminished. "We need to find Melt. Are you able to move?" asked Buff. "If it means getting out of this room, ...I can do whatever it takes.." responded the slowly recovering crimefighter. The three members were led by Psi to the cell holding the imprisoned Melt. Another door exploded into pieces as Buff vented her rage at what had been done to them. Moving through the doorway, the three encountered the subdued Melt. Inside the plexiglass tube, the barely costumed crimefighter was being assaulted from a set of arms that wrapped around her from behind. The crotch of her outfit had been pulled far aside, allowing entry of the porcupine cock below her. As if this weren't bad enough, a set of fingers was pulling and pinching her labia as Melt struggled upward and downward to continue breathing. Another hand was tightly gripping one breast, twisting the nipple as if it were some rebellious radio dial. The other nipple, also exposed, had obviously already undergone this treatment; it was fat and darkly reddened as it thrust outward from the perfectly formed breast. At the bottom of the tank, several painful looking objects had apparently gotten some heavy use recently. The three entering vigilantes could guess when and where. Melt saw her rescuers immediately. To her credit, she did nothing that would alert the figure behind her of the presence of interlopers. She continued her stretch (upward this time) as if nothing had happened. In an instant, Catgirl flung herself at the plexi, using her staff to smash a hole in the center of the abusive display. The pressure of the water was not to be contained; the entire column buckled under the assault, spilling hundreds of gallons of water across the floor of the dungeon. Also spilled across the floor was a startled Linda Darke, replete in a rubber diving suit. Somewhat taken aback by the quick turn of events, she struggled to regain her footing as the slick floor reeled beneath her. Catgirl never gave her the chance. A smashing blow with the staff felled the brunette, and the unconscious body fell back to the floor. So angry was Catgirl, however, that the rod was raised for another (and probably another after that) strike. Buff grasped the staff in midswing, stopping it easily with her powerful hands. "Jackie, you can't...I know how you feel, but we need her alive!!" Catgirl seethed with uncontrolled fury. "Let go, Buff...Let go or so help me I'll go through you if I have to!" Buff stood her ground, however, eyeing Jackie with a mix of emotions that spoke of shame, anger, humiliation, and understanding. Catgirl looked at Psi. The same gaze was leveled at her from her adopted daughter. The Femme 4 had always shared a common bond, one of trust and friendship. But the newest bond was one that they had never experienced. Now the question was how to deal with it. "If she so much as twitches, I'm going to give her a crack on the skull that her descendants will feel.." complained Catgirl as she lowered the staff with incredible reluctance. In the background, Melt had been watching the exchange. With the flow of oxygen returned to her body, she concentrated on each bond successively. The manacles simply melted off her wrists and ankles as she applied her powers. Then Melt fastidiously readjusted her costume to cover the parts that Linda Darke had taken such delight in abusing. "Let's go find the master of the house, shall we?" Melt suggested. "By all means" replied Catgirl. "I promised that I would return his payment to me, with appropriate interest." The Femme 4 trussed Linda Darke tightly, and set her in a corner until they could return for her. Striding through the dim corridors in pairs, the four slowly made their way upward into the main mansion. Burnished hardwood floors adorned the den, where the secret entrance to Marcus Darke's dungeons exited. Velvet drapes accentuated the look, and the four heroines glanced at the first light of day that they had seen in many hours. Splitting up into two teams, the women made a thorough search of the entire grounds. From the vast tome-filled libraries to the small writing rooms, every nook and cranny was uncovered. After several hours, one thing became painfully obvious. Marcus Darke had escaped. Psi had discovered one other thing of interest. In a surveillance room filled with monitors and recording equipment a series of high tech CD-ROM and 8 mm tape machines filled one wall. Each combination seemed to record the events of the screens directly opposite to it. The monitors were still on. Displayed in the control room were the remaining hidden cameras. One room reflected a broken lexite box, with a series of titanium wires strewn across a steel table. Another showed a series of cylindrical power sappers, with three large bags filled with a greenish substance standing nearby. The last active monitor showed a smashed plexiglass tank, with a porcupine dildo exposed to the air. Opposite the monitors, every single piece of recorded media was notoriously missing. The drawers had been intentionally left in the open position. Whoever had removed the recorded images wanted the searchers to know that the events would never be forgotten. Fuming in impotent rage, the four returned to their captive. Linda Darke was in a furor when they returned. "Release me at once!" she demanded. "Oh, I don't think so," responded Melt. "I think we'll just try a few of these playrooms on you instead. Unless of course, you want to tell us where your husband is." "Never!!" responded the captive. "Good!" retorted Catgirl, as she began lustfully eyeing the gadgets strewn about the room. The sound of footsteps echoing in the hall broke off the thoughts that she was planning, however. Catgirl's superior hearing picked up the distinct clacking that she knew only to well, and she screamed in rage. Their revenge was to be denied. Captain Murdock entered the room, accompanied by four other officers in the 52nd precinct. He eyed the scene, his keen analytical mind summing up what must have happened within these rooms only hours ago. Damn, thought Murdock, I missed the best part of the show. "I would have arrived sooner, ladies, but the precinct just got the tip from an anonymous caller. They said that there was a break- in at the Darke mansion. We discovered several stolen pieces of artwork upstairs." "That's not all that was stolen..." whispered Psi under her breath. Catgirl shot her a sympathetic glance. "You can arrest this 'person', officer. She's been involved in more heinous crimes than robbery, but I guess that's a start." Two of the officers approached Linda Darke. While one of them read her rights, the other was releasing the intricate ropework in favor of handcuffs. Unseen by the Femme 4, Linda was grinning ear to ear. She knew there would be no fingerprints on the stolen art, and that there would be evidence of a burglary of their own goods on the premises. Her husband had planned well for this contingency. The police would never be able to prove anything officially, and their timely intervention had saved her from long hours of interrogation by the Femme 4. As the police led her toward the door, Linda turned toward the four women. "Well ladies, it's been a pleasure... adieux for now...until my husband and I meet up with you again!" Each of the crimefighters glared at Darke as she was led away. In that mix of emotions there was hatred, anger, fear, humiliation, and....perhaps a little bit of anticipation? There was no question that the next meeting would be cataclysmic...and that lives would be changed forever.. for the heroines known as...The FEMME 4! END **********